This is a song about "Drinking with boyz"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

We drinking alcohol amounts to kerosene

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Drinking roc like its tap

Go ahead miley approves its okay go ahead and show the boyz how us girls act,

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Ain't that your worst fear

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Getting hype to nirvana drinking guava and java,

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama